The scene was the same but it looked much more worse because there were more parties. I wasn't a participant I got to witness it with my own eyes. It was first time in my life I felt bad for someone. The scream and the horrible look on her face sent shiver down my spine.
I knew then and there that I wouldn't be able to just watch back and relax. I made my move but it ultimately resulted it a repeat of what I experienced few years ago. I never understood why but 'normal' people were especially driven by greed and lust.
I endured it as best as I could, even if they were saying vile things to my face I felt nothing but pain. Fortunately they soon lost interest because I wasn't going along with their 'plan'. Unlike other girls, I knew they couldn't hurt me because it would result to them either getting reprimanded or sent back to whatever hell they came from.
